For my father

Life is a journey
a trip through uncountable
landscapes.

Every relationship
each contact
with each person
Is a dance

The last part of your earthly journey
went over infertile soil
through a desert without an oasis
a water landscape without solid ground

Our last dance
was an intimate slow dance
where the stars sparkled
of peace and strength.

Death is a pure transformation
when we receive the sorrow
which pierces our hearts like an arrow
with open arms

Your death is a bridge
which we the ones left behind
when we take our armours off
can tread on and cross
In order to come closer
to one and other.

Today
this moment
this ceremony
Is a celebration of your life
your journey

A celebration
of all the dances
you've ever danced

This day
this present
this ceremony
Is a celebration
of your new beeing
of our new beeing

Today is the celebration of a transformation.